Hi again:9 Here I am, writing a new chapter and an A/N at this hilarious timeo.0 (It's 2.05 am here right now) Although I should either be sleeping or learning for a religious ed. exam today:D Doesn't matter, I plot bunny lolloped into my thoughts while reading an article about Paria, so here you are :D And now the real A/N:
Wow o.0 So many people reading this and even reviewing o.o I'm amazed, I didn't think people would pay attention to this, because everyday there are a hundred new stories added plus old ones getting new chapters o.o Well, you convinced me to continue, and since I already had thought of the idea tammy had, here you are:) By the way, I'm glad that I could help you to maintain your hope in this pairing vampire gyrl. I read that Jesse would appear again in the 2nd part of the 2nd season :) *glee* As for SnowGirl098 I'm also not that good in analyzing:D Just felt like that:) Thanks for your support^^ Oh and since I'm still no native speaker, I would appreciate it if you kindly ingore my mistakes for I don't really have time to re-read everything and no beta (- Want to volunteer? PM me:) Your advantage: You get to read the story before the rest :D):) So, enjoy, this time it's Rachel and again I altered some parts slightly. Oh, and I re-watched the part with Rachel seeing Jesse performing, so I hope I didn' t mess this one up:) (And I don't know whether my Rachel interpretation is good)
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I belong to the majority of people who don't have a share in the copyrights of glee. Otherwise I wouldn't write fanfiction about it and there would also be no change of cast after the 2nd season. And no, "Bohemian Rhapsody" still doesn't belong to me. It's still owned by Queen:D
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Bohemian Rhapsody
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Everything rushed past her. After they had finished their performance, Quinn had gone into labor. Then the chaos had started, since nobody had expected it to happen so soon. She had just followed the rest of the club, but had stopped when they reached the door. No, she couldn't go, not now. Who would be there to collect the trophy if they had made it to 2nd place? And where was the sense in following the rest? Of course, Quinn was going to have her baby, but it wasn't like they were best friends or even close friends. Maybe Quinn would ask Mercedes to stand by her side, Puck would be there and surely her mother, who had joined them on their way out. There was no reason for her to go with them to the hospital, she also would only sit in the waiting area together with the others and do what one is supposed to do in that area, wait. Eitherway, she was much too upsat to go with them, or even wait in a hospital while she knew that she could see Jesse one more time. Yes, Quinn would get her baby although she wasn't there to support her, but the chance of seeing Jesse again with him graduating High School, was very unlikely. Quinn was important, Jesse even more.
She hadn't seen him since that egg-attack. He hadn't bothered to IM, text, phone, mail or even PM her to apologize for that incident. She, on the other hand, had felt too much hurt to contact him abyway. So, they hadn't have any contact at all, after breaking up in such a nasty way. He hadn't felt it necessary to inform her, that he was transferring back to Carmel High. She couldn't stand him anymore! He had been such a jerk. His final move, letting his friends throw eggs at her and then glorify himself in front of them by throwing the last one in her face, had finished her off. He had told her, he loved her, but then again he just split up, without getting the things between them clear. And him having that tornamented look on this face before throwing his egg didn't mean a thing. Maybe he had felt bad, for he had was about to land a massive punch on the daughter of his mentor. She didn't know, didn't want to know the reason for him acting like that. He was just a treacherous moron, who had deliberately shattered her heart, whithout thinking. How she hated him, she couldn't put those feelings into proper words. She was furious, had been furious, since it had occurred to her, that he had wanted to shatter her and her ego, so she would be distracted during rehearsals and their final performance, leading Glee Club into defeat. Of course, right after the attack, she had been crying like mad. Not only had he finalized their break-up in such a violant and brutal wa, she hadn't even thought him to be capable of, but also had practically killed a little chicken in her face. When she had got home, speeding up into her room, she had finally realized what the whole mess meant. She wouldn't see him anymore, maybe when Vocal Adrenaline would perform, but never again on private terms. This big load of missunderstandings, false competition and no real sincerity would forever be between them.
At first, she had forced herself to believe that their still was a way to cure all those problems, but finally she had opened her eyes to the truth. Even though they matched a hundred percent, and definetely were meant together, they would never have a romantic relationship ever again. And if it wasn't for them both, it was for her dads, who had been near to turn into July's father in that infamous clip she had made together with Puck, Jesse and Finn.
"Sorry, Miss? Are you alright?"
"Wh-What?"
"You've been standing here for almost twenty minutes. I was worried, whether you are ok."
Twenty minutes? It couldn't have been twenty minutes after all, couldn't it? But then…oh no, no doubt Jesse was performing right now.
"Are Vocal Adrenaline on stage, yet?"
"Oh, they just went on stage a minute ago?"
No,no,no! That couldn't be, she couldn't forfeit the last chance to see him!
"Thank you so much!", she quickly answered and then hurried back towards the doors of the auditorium.
Why had there to be so many stairs? She felt like Cinderalla, except for the fact that she wasn't running away from her prince, but trying to catch one last sight of him. Quietly she opened the door. Luckily, there had been no usher, so she simply could get in. After carefully shutting the door, she turned to be faced with something she hadn't expected. Of course, she knew that VA was good, otherwise they wouldn't have won three titles in a row, would they? Nethertheless, nothing could have prepared her for what she saw.
The audience was on fire. Peolple were holding glow sticks, waving them with the beat. She didn't know where they had got them from, for most people who attend Show Choir Nationals won't bring glow sticks, but she suspected that VA had handed them out to the audience during the pause between the two acts. After all, they had the money for an action like that.
However, she was even more deverstated by what she heard and saw. Vocal Adrenaline was what its name exclaimed; it was like hearing pure adrenaline. Anyhow, they still seemed like robots, performing like machines, without a flaw in their dancing and singing. They were just too perfect and cold, for her taste. At that, the audience seemed to love them. Suddenly, she was sure, they would win. When she arrived, they were just doing the second bridge, guitars howled and then Jesse started to sing. She could feel the chills running down her spine. He never had sung like that, not even anywhere near to it. She had expected him to sing as soullessly as the rest, maybe a little bit more animated, but never would she have thought him to able to thing like that. But then again had she recently had to learn the hard way that she didn't know as she had thought to know about him. When she looked up, she realized, that he must have spotted her the moment she had entered, although she didn't know how that would have been possible that fast. It was like always, one of them appeared and the other would immediately know it. They had joked a lot about it, because it really had been bizarre.
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
There was so much venom in his voice, she couldn't bear to her it, she wanted to turn at once and leave. Still, she stayed. She was fascinated by him, by the way he radiated emotion, something she never had seen before. He always had seemed so calm, especially when they had sung together. There was so much power in his voice, for once he used his voice and music as a medium to share feelings, he probably couldn't express otherwise. She could understand why the people had already been so moved, when she had entered, Jesse put so much force into the song, that one couldn't be indifferent. No, how could she fall for him again? Fall for him again? Dear, you never fell apart! That voice again, she wondered whether all other people also sometimes had that little voice to tornament them. Most time, that voice made her angry since it stated the obvious, she was trying to ignore or supress. The only problem was, that it was always right. But then she remembered what he had just sung to her. Wait. So he though that she of all people had stoned him? She had supported him, they had been on the same level, equals because of their talents. She had done everything for him, even jeopardized her already fragile relationship with the club. And after all, she hadn't been the one throwing eggs at him, not that it would have mattered to him, except maybe that it might have felt gross for him, having the slimy substances running down his neck. She even had offered his virginity to him, and it hadn't been enough? Fine. She didn't need him anyway and their relationship was long gone. – Are you trying to convince yourselve? Because you'r doing a terrible job at that! - She didn't bother to answer the voice. Having conversations in her mind with herself…she wasn't that desperate. Anyway, what did he want to tell her by dancing like that with those dumb little chorus girls? That he could have every girl he wanted? Dream on!
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Those girls were clearly exploiting the situation, so was he. It made her think of their
"Push It" performance, although compared to this, they hadn't been near to be as offensive as Jesse and his little sluts. And what? He accused her of loving him and then leaving him to die? He dared to blame her for him using her to spy on New Directions and getting on better grounds with Shelby? She couldn't even laugh about it. That was so pathetic. Nonetheless he seemed to be serious about it; the hatred on his features left no space to misinterpret that. How could he be so cruel? She had tried to keep their realtionship going, while he had isolated himself more and more. She couldn't believe it. If anyone was to blame for their finally failing relationship, he was. And leave him to die? She hadn't done that. He had left her and left her to metaphorically die. He had been the only person who really understood her and her talent. The only person she could speak to and who wouldn't laugh at her. He had been the only person she ever had really opened up and shared her deepest thoughts with. When he threw the egg in her face and before that, he had made it clear that he didn't love her anymore. So why was he mourning? There was no reason for him to do so. He was the bad person, not she. As if he would die? She doubted that ever had loved her as deeply as she had.
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
And again she was the only one to blame, or what? How he was spitting those words at her, not caring that he destroyed what little composure she had left. So menacingly telling her to leave. It was as if he had shot darts, dipped in a poison, that lets you die very slowly but suffer immediately too much pain to bear, straight into her heart. He addressed directly, not caring for the audience or anyone else present, than her. She could feel, how her heart slowly was eaten away by the venom he had placed there, how it slowly dissolved. She wanted to turn, to run away, to get into a car and just keep on driving, until the sound of his voice, so furious and wrathful, that he had put in her ears, would leave her be. There was so much hurt in his face, but why? She couldn't understand it. Hadn't he just sung, that he didn't need her, that he hated her very being? Hadn't he cockily exclaimed that he didn't love her anymore?
[Guitar Solo]
(Oooh yeah, Oooh yeah)
Their dancing seemed like turning into the madness and the fury he sang of, befored it calmed down, as did the music.
Nothing really matters
She couldn't bear it anymore. Tears were starting to course down her jowls. She didn't want him to see them. She was too moved by his performance, too moved by her final realization of what and whom she had lost forever. A person, so talented, so understanding, so compassive. In a word perfect, perfect for her. She turned away, while he started to sing that part of the song that didn't seem to fit after the big proclamation of hatred and bile before. She left.
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
And therefore she couldn't see the longing glance he darted at her, when she left the auditorium.
Any way the wind blows...
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And wow, another chapter:) Yey^^ I hope you liked it^^ Well, I'll return to my Paria Article and then try to learn something about Brahmans or so:D And yey, the new Episode was aired yesterday^^ Well, anyhow, please tell me what you think about this - What you like and what you don't like:)
"'Coz writing with Emmi is like kissing Emmi" - Leo Leike (Gut gegen Nordwind (Good against North Wind))
And therefore, good night:)